Page 49 of Blazing Desires
My tongue slips into her mouth, and I swear every time we kiss it’s better than the last. My hands grip her hips, securing her in place as she rolls them into my hard dick and we both moan in unison. I want to strip her bare and taste her sweet pussy as she writhes and moans my name. But I will take it at her pace andgive her what she wants, what sheneeds. I lean back to take her in, drinking down her dark eyes, sparkling with lust in the soft light.
So fucking beautiful.
“You’ve bewitched me, baby.”
I kiss her nose and the corner of her mouth. I place them on her forehead, her eyelids, and cheeks. I want to cherish her and show her exactly what she’s done to me.
“I need to feel you, Blaze. Please, let me see you, let me touch you without anything in my way.”
Her voice is thick with longing, and it makes me impossibly harder.
“Anything you need, love. I’m yours to command. Tell me what you need me to do.”
She tugs at the hem of my hoodie and lifts, exposing my abs and the tattoos I have there.
“Take this off. Now.”
I smirk at the command while it does something to my insides, loving the way it makes me feel. Doing as I’m told, I grip the neckline of my hoodie and t-shirt in one smooth motion and throw it to the floor. I lean back against the headboard as my hands rest on her hips, letting her drink me in.
Her eyes wander every part of my exposed skin, leaving me with a phantom touch in their wake. She clenches her thighs and I grin wider, making sure my dimple is on display, not holding back on encouraging her to do what we both need.
“Careful, love. You’re starting to look like you like what you see.”
Now it’s her turn to grin, the memory of our exchange in her room coming back to her.
“Of course I am. After all, you’re devastatingly beautiful, Blaze.”
She says my name as if it’s a prayer on her tongue. I groan and am not ashamed to beg her to touch me. If she takes any longer I might die.
“Touch me, baby. It’s fucking killing me having you looking at me like that without your hands on me.”
Her playful grin morphs into a smile at my breathy tone as she takes her soft hands and places them on my chest. My muscles tighten and flex instinctively, as if they too are just as desperate for her touch. She caresses my skin, and it’s torture and pleasure all wrapped in one, my body tingling in the wake of her feather-light touch whilst my abs tense in anticipation of where her hands are heading.
Her fingers dust across my abs and trace the patterns of my tattoos. I close my eyes as I picture her tongue replacing them, leaving a trail of wet heat. But I don’t have to imagine for long. She shuffles down my body until her hair tickles my skin, leaning forward and doing exactly what I was just imagining. I’m sure she can read my mind and make my fantasy come true.
“Mmm, that feels so fucking good love.”
She hums in response. It’s all I can do to not beg her to take my cock in her throat to have the vibration of her humming on the thick, hard length. A pulse shoots through my dick at the thought. She continues tracing the tattoos over my chest and lavishes attention on my nipples. My hands squeeze her thighs in response.
“You could make me come just like this. Is that what you need, Mea Divina? To make me spill my seed while you sit so prettily on top of me and drive me mad with your tongue?”
She drags her attention to my face and tilts her head.
“What if I do, Blaze? Would you be satisfied without feeling your thick cock sliding down my throat? Without my pussy milking you dry?” Her voice is raspy in the quiet room.
I leaned forward, my lips barely touching hers, “I’ll take whatever you give me, love. I want to pleasure you in any way you need, so take it. You’re so fucking sexy when you talk to me like that.”
I kiss her then, soft and slow. My tongue dances with hers in a way that shows her what I would do if I was between her legs. Her hands sink into my hair and she tugs on the strands with enough bite to make the sting pleasurable.
She breaks from the kiss, her lips swollen and pink. Her hands are back on my chest as she pushes me gently against the headboard once again. She strokes her hands down my body and trails them lightly back up, repeating the motion over my arms and to my hands that are resting on her hips. She continues over her own body until she’s gripping her hoodie and pulling it off, throwing it on top of my discarded one.
She repeats the movement, this time her long-sleeved black top going with it. She sits astride me, and I can do nothing but drink her in, moaning at the sight of her exposed body. The lacy lavender bra hugging her perfect tits will be forever imprinted in my mind.
Her nipples strain against the fabric and a pulse of desire makes my dick twitch, only a scrap of material separating my hands from them. She must sense it too this time because her thighs clamp tighter around mine and she moans a breathyfuckat the same time I do.
“Tell me I can touch you, baby. Let me unwrap your perfect tits like they’re a present just for me.”
“Yes.”
